Inside the smoking volcanic rift, the howling wind seemed to vanish completely from Feng Xiao's ears as his eyes locked onto the three-dimensional projection floating above the Void-Echo Recording Crystal.
The recording showed a narrow, snow-choked mountain ravine at night, illuminated by the blinding flashes of high-tier martial domains and elemental magic.
In the center of the snowy ravine, four Late-Stage Martial King generals of the Rising Sun Empire—clad in dark red demon-faced samurai armor—were fighting desperately for their lives against four women whose faces were only partially veiled by battle-hoods that had been torn or blown back by the shockwaves of their own attacks.
Feng Xiao's breath stopped cold in his throat.
Even if he went blind in one eye, he could never mistake the two women dominating the left and center of that snowy battlefield!
